"I don’t think so," Angelica replied. "What I did was bad enough, but I don’t think it’s wicked not to tell about it. If you’d been in prison you wouldn’t go around telling every one about it, would you?"
"That isn’t the same at all, Angie. I don’t want you to tell ‘every one’; only the man you’re going to marry."
"He wouldn’t be the man I’m going to marry very long, if I tell him. He’d never speak to me again. I know Eddie! And he’s too good to lose," she added. "Of course, something may go wrong, but I don’t think so. I think I’ve got him!"
So she wrote:
Dear Eddie:
I guess you think it is very queer not hearing from me for nearly a year. I did not think I would write to you, because when I thought it over I thought I better not marry you. I thought maybe we could not get on, on account of being so different, but I have changed my mind, and now I will if you still want. Let me know if you feel the same about it, and then I will write again and tell you all about how I am getting along. I have not got any letters from you, because we moved away from the old place, and I was sick a long time, and did not go up there to see if there were any letters, and then when I got well and did go the woman there was very cranky and said she gave them all back to the postman because I did not leave any address behind.
Well, let me hear how you feel about this.
Angelica.
"Now!" she said as she dropped it into the box. "Now, if only, only I can have my chance!"